Kids, These Days

This last week we’ve been blessed with a short story from J A Field: People Are Everywhere. It concerns that kind of quiet neurosis, restraint and internal retellings you see in a certain kind of modernish novel, something like that looming threat and self doubt undercut by absurdity

It’s the kind of middle-class/first-world concern that wriggles around inside a lot of us in our weaker moments. It’s that fear you have for having something, and the possibility of losing it. It shows a paranoia about the world held even by those who are helping — the protagonist here seems scared of children despite working within some kind of social care context.

Maybe it is this working with somewhat “damaged” children (or children at all) that gives her this internal distrust of reality as it exists outside her skull. To our protagonist at the start of the story others aren’t legitimate — that her point of view is the single, tangible, canonical version of the world. And this might relate to the un-relatable views of the children she might be surrounded by. There’s something alien about the way children see the world, and something wild that doesn’t conform to the expectations of society in general — naturally transgressive they represent everything she’s trying to hide from.


Pair with The Advocate for the Cause by Dan Hornsby traces a completely opposite kind of innocence.



The first issue of fun new lit mag Underblong is here and it’s pretty good fun! Apart from everything else wonderful about it I do like their format.
 
This piece by Janice Sapigao in particular is great (naturally I love it, as it’s a kind of formal play using the language of definitions to suggest authority, and then undercuts.)


Doesn’t Kim French share some lovely stuff? This week I’ve picked out Robert Robinson’s What the Horses See at Night:




Today’s song:
Four Tet — She Moves She


This, and the entirety of Rounds, is pretty much my favourite piece of music (maybe ever?) It’s from a time in my life where I was trying to re-centre myself after tragedy. It’s good for getting balanced out.


Today was my last day of working for someone else — hopefully forever! Sadly someone has been plagiarising my CV already however, especially the “I am good at nothing but I can carry you”. The new business is just getting set up, you can find us a We Are Mogul. Don’t worry, this newsletter won’t become a linkedin spam mailer. Although, do email me if your company needs someone to think very carefully about how it is seen!


Thanks for reading Etch To Their Own #25. I’ve drafted this early, but will send it when I come back from the pub. Anything that follow comes from then: it’s simple. I love you all as much as you might expect, for other it might be more so. I am not that drunk, or that sober, but I thank you for reading this over and over.

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